but we all knew this was cruel.Two days later, we set up a plan to get back at Jeff. We invited him to his favorite Chinese restaurant, promising dinner on us. When he bragged about his ability to handle spicy food, we ordered the spiciest dishes on the menu. Jeff struggled to eat and sweated through the meal, but he insisted it was fine.Meanwhile, Mom and my sisters were at the house, packing up her belongings, including Jeff’s recliner and every roll of toilet paper. When Jeff arrived home